as far as days go, mine are vacillated between feeling like god and feeling like dirt.
i am both.
how do i reconcile these two beings?
full existence as one or the other, wholly everything or completely nothing, exhausts me.
either heaven is under my tongue, or my spinal column is pounded beneath people’s shoes.
descending from high hurts. forming dust particles back into a body hurts.
at optimal human-ness, i imagine people are balancing their sprawling possibility against their yawning insignificance.
a center, found.
harmoniously both god and dirt.
that’s where i need to be.